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Argh! I hate waking up in the mornings. I groaned and leaned over my bed to turn off my alarm.
Once the alarm was off I stretched in bed making my bones crack and sadly got up from my comfy bed.
I walk out of my room and down the little hallway, passing the spare bedroom to the end of the hallway to the bathroom.
I go inside the bathroom and close the door behind me. I grab a towel and washer from a little cupboard in the bathroom and put them to the side.
I strip out of my pyjamas and turn the shower on the make it at nice warm temperature. Once the shower is to my likings I hop in.
I wash my hair and scrub my body clean. I shave and moisturise my body till it is silky smooth.
Once I know I am fully clean I turn off the shower and step out, grabbing the towel to wrap around my dripping wet body.
I dry myself off and open the bathroom door and walk to my room. When I am inside of my room, I just leave it open seeing as how I live alone.
I only close the door in the bathroom because I feel more comfortable when it is closed.
I let my towel fall to the ground and walk to my wardrobe. I grab a bra and a pair of underwear and slide them on before I get the rest of my clothes.
I go back to looking through my clothes and grab a black skater skirt and a white singlet, knowing that it won't be showing my bra underneath. I put them on and put on a long creamy colour cardigan.
I open the blinds of my room to let light in and then grab my towel and walk back down the hallway to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.
I dry my hair with the towel a little bit more and put my brush through my hair to get all the knots out.
Once my hair is knotless, I put it up into a messy ballerina bun and pull out some little strands of hair to frame my face.
Moving on to my makeup I put on some mascara. I brush my teeth and then put on some light pink lipgloss on my lips.
I quickly go back to my room and put on my white watch and some cute little flower earrings in.
I look down at my watch and curse out loud.
"SHIT!"
I quickly grab my bag with my phone, keys and purse and go to my kitchen grabbing a breakfast bar before rushing to the door, slipping on my black Vans.
I open my front door locking it and closing it behind me. I jog over to my Nissan Micra in the small apartment parking lot with my things. I press the button on my keys to unlock my car and hop in, chucking my bag on the passenger side seat.
I place my keys in the ignition and start the car. I drive down the road, only going a through a few streets to get to my business.
Once I am on the main street I find a parking space and park. I turn off the car and grab my bag from the passenger side seat. I get out of my car and lock it behind me.
I walk down the sidewalk a little before I get to the front door of my store.
It was only a small store but it was nice and cosy. It had a sign out the front on top saying 'Nature Art'. It was written in a nice dark green in fancy font, with vines and leaves surrounding it.

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The Artist And Musician
Teen FictionMeet 21 year old Eden Parker. She has lived her who life in her home town. She even went to her local college. Now being 21, Eden, has moved out into an apartment and has a small business, owning her own store, with her parents help, selling art an...